Sub Act [1]

Inside a run–down tavern.

It was in the middle of the outskirts. There, Brandon and Amelia could see a young boy–a little over 14 years-old, sitting on one of the tables.

"Should be him."

As soon as the process to accept the request finished, the receptionist gave them a phone number.

When they called it, they were told to come to the tavern.

They neared him and sat down in front of the boy.

"...!"

The boy flinched, seemingly startled. But as his gaze lingered on Amelia, he seemed to have composed himself.

Shortly after, he spoke.

"....Thank you so much for accepting my req–uest."

His voice cracked.

Probably undergoing puberty.

"From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much."

The boy lowered his head.

"No worries."

Brandon set him at ease, waving his hand down.

"We're just doing our job."

And flashed him a warm smile.

The boy's eyes glistened.